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she/her. 16, i write poetry
est. sometime in 2017
currently waiting for wtw's 3rd golden age

ode to dinner dumplings

April 19, 2021

soon, we’ll be crammed around the dinner table again:
floured fingers spinning the lazy susan, chopsticks clinking
against our bowls. we’ll sip barley tea and gossip about
the aunties down the street. the dumplings will be bursting at fleshy
seams, steaming hot. when mama pours vinegar over
the soft dough and sits the dumpling gently into her spoon,
it will feel like we never left.


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  • Awesome Sienna

    Oh I love it! So simple but so beautiful! I really feel like eating dumplings now!

    16 days ago
  • Writing4Life

    I love your writing so much; it's so beautifully unique. This is a beautiful piece, and now I'm craving dumplings!

    21 days ago